Pulling out, he grabbed her leg and flipped her over onto her back, leaving her front open to his ravishing intent. He saw her eyes half opened and a ...mile on her lips; he knew she was enjoying him enjoying her. Putting her ankles under his arms, he grabbed her hips and started caressing her thighs as he gazed over her body. She held her arms back behind her head, and was cooing softly at his touch. Her breasts were uncovered and he smiled to see them. Her chest rose and fell with her. Free time we went to riverbank at Chaktomuk and visited the skating room, and returned. We are poor a bit money but it is very happy all days long. Went we are at apartment he always in only a football shorts, either I with a T-shirt.One day we climb up the apartment rooftop to see the fireworks in the water festival in 2003. We talked a lot, he explained me something about Phnom Penh. At that time I look his balls through his shorts leg. I think I love it, I look and look he noticing me and. Unless and until something changed, and I got transported back to my own time or woke up from my dream or my psychotic episode broke, this was my reality. I’d have to deal with the here and now as I perceived it.The critical unresolved issue was the confusing and highly theoretical impact of time travel. I boiled it down to two schools of thought and a ‘gotcha.’ The Time Paradox school and the Parallel Time school.The Time Paradox school said that if you go back in time you have to be extremely. I'd found, all too often, the girls wouldn't come out and cavort where I could see them out of a fear of being caught - to remedy that, I'd simply given them the desire to be caught. Purely as a fantasy, of course, but it was a foundation I could build my plan on. While watching them, I'd imagined myself participating, making love to one of my darling little angels - to help my fantasy play out, I'd encouraged them to call each other "mother", and even engage in occasional mother-daughter.